Ohayo, everybody! This is my first ficcie, so flames are totally welcome. I really suck at this kind of thing, and I'm hoping that I can get better at this writing thing… Please r/r people! BTW, this is not rated R because it's a citrus, just for language, violence, blood, and suicidal themes. It's actually not that sad… Yet.

Prologue

  ~Sakura's P.O.V.~

  It's been a long time. Too long. I don't think I can wait any longer. I don't know if he's still there or even ALIVE. Does he remember me…? Or have I been forgotten? I don't want to think about it; it hurts too much.  Maybe, just maybe, he still feels the way I do. I really hope so…

  " You wish, girl. How could he remember you? He left three years ago. You hear that? THREE. You still think he loves you? HA. He still has a fiancée, remember that," the voice of doubt echoes through my head.

  I scream and cover my ears, trying to drive away the voice. "It's not true! It can't be! He promised me! He promised that he'd come back… He promised…" I sink down to the floor, sobbing. I've realized something. My conscious is right. He's gone, and I'm alone to face the world. He'll never come back… Never.

  I break down and cry again, even though I try to stop the tears. The salty water drips down my face and I savor the deep sadness. Why can't I go on? He's just one guy; I can make it without him. I want to forget, to erase those memories, without anyone else's help. I need Syaoran, he is my one and only.

  ~Normal P.O.V.~

  Sakura continued the silent, heart wrenching, sobs throughout the rest of the evening. She was confused and tired. It was like everything was lost to her, and she was lost to the rest of the world.

  Suddenly, the phone rang and she looked up, shocked. Who would be phoning late at night? Odosan and Touya weren't even home.

  Quickly, she ran to the phone, as she wiped her eyes and tried to calm her breathing. She didn't want anyone to worry about her.

  She picked up the phone, before it could wake Kero, who was sleeping in her room. "Mushi mushi?" Her voice sounded breathless and it quavered. Just great. She sounded like someone with a cold or something.

  "Sakura-chan? Is that you?" The voice on the other side sounded deep and almost… Caring. Or so it seemed to Sakura, who was still lost in the delirium of her sadness.

  "Aoki-kun? Why are you phoning so late at night?" she asked her voice now calm and normal sounding. Sakura thought it sounded much better.

  There was laughter on the other line. It was bright, pealing, and happy. It almost made Sakura want to join in. "Call me by my first name, Sakura. Call me Shiinkai."

  "Okay… Shiinkai…"

  "Umm, Sakura are you busy tomorrow night? I was just wondering if you'd like to… Go to the movie theater or something with me…"

  There was a long silence. Sakura was wondering if she should accept. It would be cruel to turn him down, after he had been so kind at her to school. He was so kind from the very beginning; it was so unlike Syaoran. She remembered Syaoran's cool glare and something tugged at her heart.

  "Well, if you're really all that busy…" Shiinkai had misunderstood her silence.

  "No wait!" Sakura said, quickly. It was now or never. "Yes, I'll go with you."

  "Alright," his voice sounded cheerful, " I'll come over at around seven. See ya!"

  Sakura hung up the phone and sunk down to the carpeted floor with her head in her hands. She sighed. What had she just gotten herself in to? Then again, maybe it was meant to be. She'd find someone else, and so would Syaoran. It was fate, and everything would turn out fine. Just fine.

  Well, that's the end of the prologue! It's short, I know, but I'm kinda busy right now. I'll probably have more time next week. PLEASE REVIEW! PLEASE!!!